The New Girl tells me not to worry. The New Girl tells me that, when it comes to The Big Project (and all its ancillaries), she's "on it." The New Girl reminds me that there are things going on behind the scenes that she hasn't shared yet. The New Girl assures me that, if anything goes wrong, she'll "take the hit."
I have to trust her, she says. I must not worry.
Only I'm worried. We have ambitious creative due dates, and we're not even ready to start, much less deliver, concepts.
While I do trust that, when pitfalls arise, The New Girl will take responsibility, I'd prefer we avoid these pitfalls. And I don't think yet she has the know-how to do this.
Gulp.
I'm trying to remember that worrying will not have any impact on the outcome.
I'm reminding myself that for all The New Girl's faults, she's much, much better than The Chocolate Covered Spider was.
But I haven't been able to convince myself not to worry.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.